meilleur qu'un macaron au praliné, plus beau qu'une serigraphie de warhol, aussi entrainant qu'un bon tube disco, aussi transpersant que la balle d'un revolver, pire que la main dans le cou.
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when routines bites hard, and ambitions are low, and resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow, and you're changing our ways, taking differents roads. TheN love, love will tear us apart again, love love will tear us apart again. Why's the bedroom so cold, you've turned away on your side. is my timing that flawed? our respect runs so dry. Yet there's still this appeal, that we've kept trought our lives. But love, love will tear us apart again.
t'adules.
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RépondreSupprimerPSCHITPSCHIT poum PSCHITPSCHIT poum? TUTUTUTUTUTUTTUUTULULULU, we lost control again.
love love
& love.